Molting Fear

Weak soul

Begs to bleed

Made for nothing

But to kneel to me

Drain the spirit

Molting fear

Lives in a gutter

Words meant to sear

A broken mutter

Swallow the shame

That makes you ill

Look in the eye

The things I'm meant to kill

I've bowed before

I refuse again

Fear of death

Burnt to the skin

(Void seeps through fissure)

(Fissure to bone)

(Skull rattles silent)

(Control what I own)

Void seeps through fissure

Fissure to bone

Skull rattles silent

Control what I own

Fear is the restraint

And you won't be set free